User blog:Bass Eclipse/Dream

I had a dream not long ago. It was a different dream. Nothing really strange happened in it. No purple monkeys, no abnormal things happening to real people. It was a sad dream. Sad, but oddly beautiful. I saw this dream through my self. I was absolutely me. Previous to the dream I was walking home.Everyone else in my family had stayed for the church choir practice.I decided to walk home that day and skip choir practice because it was such an amazingly beautiful day. Most of our snow had melted and water trickled down the roads and the grass. The clouds were in the sky and the sun would shine through the clouds here and there. The lighting of that day seemed to have a faded deep sapphire glow. The leaves from fall could be seen, weathered and scattered. All in all the day was undoubtedly beautiful, but there was a sadness there. A melancholy that seemed to echo there. The walk from church to my house wasn't long, so I was home in no rush. I was tired and after changing out of my church clothes I took a nap on the couch. It was here that I had the most amazing dream could ever hope to witness...

When I woke into the dream I was on top of a canyon. It was a clear day and I saw all around from the plateau I was on. It was the temperature you would expect from a high up plateau. I seemed to be in a very Arizonian landscape. There was a breeze blowing through the dessert plains, canyons, and plateau. I was being taught how to fly. My teachers seemed to be nice people, though I never got close to them. I seemed to catch on to the flying quickly. So quickly that they let me leave 15 minuets early.I guess that day must have been a tuesday, because that is when we have activities at my church. My church wasn't far and I had a little while before it started, so I flew around for a bit. It was wonderful. It was one of the most amazing things I could dream. There was a joy from flying around in the sky that I could never describe without you yourself experiencing it. I flew to my church which was in a remarkably wide and flat canyon. By now it was starting to get dark out. I noticed some meteors falling around so I went outside to avoid the bad weather. My church was exactly the way it is in real life. The people there were the same as those who were usually there. People there seemed to be interested in my new ability to fly. It seemed as if these flying lessons had been advertised a little.Many of the people were doubting these lessons as a rip off. Some people heard rumors of the lessons working and they were talking about them. It was then that I told them that I had taken the lessons, and they worked. Obviously they wanted to see me fly so I showed them. They were impressed. When I was done I heard some people say how they might need to take some flying lessons. I walked outside of the gym where I had been flying. I there saw a friend who seemed to know a little bit more about flying then the others. He asked if they had Hindu origins and I told him that they did. The abilities were a skill from an old Hindu ability called Kigen arts which had been lost for a while, but had been rediscovered by my teachers. I guess I was one of the worlds first flyers in a couple thousand years. After I had finished my brief history on Kigen flying, the group activity of the week, hide and go seek. I never realised before that there were so many good hiding spots in a church house. I used some flying to help me hide better. It was on the third round that I noticed something that hadn't been in the church before. A new bishops office which had never been there before that night. I was walking through the chapel. The lights were on in the two hallways to the sides of the chapel, but not in the chapel. I was looking around for s good hiding place when I saw a door with a sign on it that said "Bishop Sheldon" in the back of the chapel (left of where I was standing).My attention was then called to an open door to the right of the entry to the odd bishops office. There was a dim light shining from deep inside this tunnel.Of course I was curious, so I entered the door. the light was very dim and I had to use a flashlight to see much of the way down. Inside there was a brick staircase which was slightly damp. The stair case had about ten steps then a flat surface which curved off at a right angle before turning ninety degree angle opposite the way. After doing this pattern about five times I reached the bottom. The bottom was made of brick. Right in front of me was a board shelf attached onto a brick wall at the end of the stairway with hinges and some chains. There was a lantern on the shelf which seemed to be a little old. From around the eighties I'd guess. On the bottom was a brownish puddle which seemed to come from a small barred doorway with a thin solid bronze plating in the shape of a cut in half circle along the top of the doorway. There were some small lights on the walls inside of the doorway. Deciding that there was nothing here I went out of the odd passage. Once I exited the hallway was spotted by the person who was it. He asked if there was anything in the old stairway, I simply responded, "Just an old sewer". The next round started and I walked by the old entry way and I heard some odd noises coming from inside the stair case. When I reached the bottom I was surprised to find that the barred door had been blown open. Knowing that it had to be recent activity, I hunched over, took my flashlight and walked through the hallway. After I had been walking in the wet hallway for about fifteen minutes I saw a light at the end of the watery corridor. This was much needed encouragement, as I began to doubt anything would happen in the hallway. I walked faster, not running due to the large amounts of water in the corridor. The more I walked the light grew brighter, no images of anything outside of the tunnel, just more light. The more and more I walked, the bigger and bigger the light got. Eventually I reached the light. No thoughts stopped me. I walked straight through the light, and fell...